I can’t believe, I have a son
He is a cake, but we can have fun
I can frost him, every morning
He is sweet and I adore him
I love him, he loves me
Nothing can go wrong ya see
What’s that? You wanna chill
I’m a baker. I’m sorry, I don’t got any pills
We can play ball or go to the mall
But your too young to have my alcohol
You are mine and I care for you
No need to act out or get a tattoo
We can build a home together
Is your new studded jacket made of leather?
I think that you could do so much better...